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[Eight]

Picture this: Us two bandits versus the railroad Nazi’s- with our guns filled with paint, our eyes and hearts ablaze. Let me set the mood for us two, cedar wood and green rose bud- baby, do you have a lighter? My ginger beauty– the keeper of my heart, as soft and pure as a dove- I will save you from neglect, I will pick you up from your four year fall, I will be your Heath Ledger, I’ll be your Johnny Depp, you can be my home world, lead us to the city with your black birds and fire. I am the plane and you are my first pilot- together we traverse the skies, raining hell upon them all. God I am so lovesick – a pathetic excuse for a man at best. But come on, let’s go – guns of glory, painting the town red, with you at my side there is no turning back.


1 from 1 kingdom for one BQ year